And here I was. The start of a new journey, the kind that searched for answers that didn’t exist but that you had to seek out, anyway
“You don’t even know what’s involved in all that. What it takes to make it happen. Because you’re never here,” she said
I didn’t want to be treated like a maid. But these ladies, they treat me like a person.
Talk. That’s all his father ever does, and he never remembers to leave some silent space to listen to anyone else’s words.
“Mommy’s fine. She’s turning ninety-two soon, she went through a lot in her life, She’s entitled to forget things every now and then”
Around her the kids are screaming, but Dena can hear something else. The hiss of onions maybe, an angry hiss, like they’re charring